Poetry
Aquamarine Interlude
On a dock
in my wind veered mind
sat four hazy months in Chicago
(it wasn’t my season to city there)
when out of some drift
you kissed me — like mist
risen from Lake Michigan
– moist but depth unknown.
I softened.
A sponge on a pier in morning dew.
I think this is a wonderful poem. Thank you for that moment of splendor.
sittin on the dock of the bay with my head held back and my legs crossed!! I’m lovin it!!!
This has got me reminiscing.
Hey girl. Love the selection; Love the images in the piece. In the words of a friend: “it is Epically Awesome”.
Ooooweee! I’m a grown ass man and blushing! That was hot! Very tender and all that mushy stuff. Loved it! It said a whole lot to be so short and sweet.
Beautiful !
I Love it!! Who wouldn’t want to be kissed “like mist…moist but depth unknown”?!? Beautiful!!